I guess I’ve come all the way through being embarrassed by Menino. Now I just accept him butchering the names of our athletes as a part of fabric of our life. A Boston team make the playoffs, Mumbles screws their names up. They make it to the championship, he makes a fool out of himself. We have a Duckboat parade, he kicks it off by saying something stupid. It really is a tradition unlike any other. But when he’s reading the names off a sheet and still can’t get them right, that is just not a good look for us. Pretending you’re actually a sports fan is like singing karaoke: You don’t have to have a great voice, but if you can’t do it without looking at the lyrics, don’t even bother. Watching this was like the time I witnessed a group get up and do Manfred Mann and actually read the words “Do wha diddy diddy dum diddy do” off the screen like they they’d never heard them before. Either pick a song you DO know or don’t take the mic in the first place. And yet, even though Menino is the only human being in New England over the age of 2 who doesn’t know who Wilfork and Gronk are, it just wouldn’t be Playoff Time if he wasn’t sending their names through the paper shredder that lies between his brain and his mouth. It’s just the way we do things in the City of Champions. @JerryThornton1
Editors Note: I thought Menino was dead?